A Tool For Smiles
A Top is a tool,
Spun over and over for entertainment,
But cannot spin itself.
You see a Top and spin it,
Thinking it will grant you salvation,
From boredom.
You see a young, depressed, comedic tool,
With that Jesus look, Noah Kahan if you prefer,
And you think the same thing as the Top.
The Top is left to think,
When the tool has no use,
In the dark of a kitchen junk drawer.
Jesus was a tool,
To fix what God had broken,
To spin the Top again.
I used to struggle with what it meant,
To be seen as a friend rather than a use,
The Top does not mind, as long as it spins.
You’ll never get far in art,
If the Top stops spinning,
And you let cringe hold you back.
And with cringy shrieks the Top shouts,
“I want to be found and spun again and again,
Without forcing the hand to find me.”
Does the spinning Top believe it is entertaining,
A good toy enjoyed by others?
Or does it constantly question why it needs to spin?
No one cares to understand the Top,
A tool is not meant for understanding,
Nobody sees the point, and why should they?
This question might be dumb,
Maybe even selfish,
But has this Top spun well for you?
Do I entertain?
Do I expand the mind?
Or am I only a Top, requiring no further thought.
The spinning never lasts forever,
The laughs die, the tears dry,
And the Top falls.
My only hope,
That when someone finds this Top again,
There will be enough left to spin.
One more smile. One more mind helped along their way.
